They say the Phoenix is a bird that rises from the ashes of its remains, better and stronger than ever before. Well what happens once the Phoenix is caught or better yet left to die in this cold unassuming world by its lonesome.
I cant tell you what happened to the Phoenix because that's not my story to tell. I can only tell you how the Gryphon rose from the shadows of the Phoenix accepting her destiny and conquered everything she thought she couldn't when she was at her lowest.
In case you haven't noticed I am Gryphon and Gryphon is me. The name my Mother gave me Jaydha Kenzali Holmes but to the World, Jaydha is dead . I woke up as Gryphon when the world betrayed me and everyone I ever loved turned they backs on me when I was at my lowest they didnt look back just dipped on me like I never mattered to them at all.
So as I rose to my new form as Gryphon I made sure I applied enough pressure to make all of them regret turning there backs on me, hurting me and leaving me. I felt nothing but abandonment, loneliness, and hurt for so long. So when I turned my emotions off- and became the baddest bitch to ever run the US- I made sure they felt the same pain as me. I made them grovel at my feet, begging for forgiveness from a person that no longer cared to forgive. Some of them made it out alive a little worse for wear and tear, while other could not be allowed to live and tell the tale of the corpses left in the Gryphons wake. Those left alive weren't even able to open there mouth to warn the others. But the message got across slowly but surely. I left a trail of bodies leading to my throne and this is the tale of my journey as I Jaydha Holmes turned Gryphon.
